[color=blue][b]Hatter~[/b][/color]
     The business in town past more swiftly than usual allowing the Hatter more time to play then he previously expected.  His shoes no longer were clicking against the aged cobblestones but now were silent in the plush grass of the meadow which separated the town from both the Wandering Woods and the garden.  Soon enough the thick tufts would no longer be in the open but surrounded on one side by tangled trees whispering secrets and lies, playing tricks on all who dared to enter.  

     Hatter had no fear for the trees, but had no habit of entering them.  On many an occasion [color=fuchsia]Chess[/color] would trick him into the labyrinth with the promise of tea.  Each time Marcus would excitedly follow the cat only to end up lost in the end.  He would always find his way back to the meadow, of course.  In which case he would come home late to be scolded by [color=yellow]Dorthy[/color] just to fall for it time and time again.  He never got his feelings hurt as he also had his fair share of pranks on [color=fuchsia]Chess[/color] one of which may have left the cat’s tail hairless for several weeks.  

     [color=blue][i]Speaking of the devil...where is that cuddly ball of fur anyhow?  Today is his unbirthday too!  And the fuddy man won’t get out of this a sixteenth time for sure![/i][/color].  Scanning the tree line he saw the silhouette of a [color=orange]male figure[/color] on the ground. [color=blue][i]Well he fell asleep sunbathing after all…today must be my lucky day.[/i][/color].  He grinned in a fashion similar to the sneaky cat.  Truthfully, he had never been able to get his friend when the man was off his guard.  How can you sneak up on someone who can disappear at will?

     Creeping in on the figure, the Hatter was ready to pounce on his prey, a large change of events for how this usually went.  He came in closer until he noticed the person in front of him did not have pink hair and was most certainly not part cat.  His eyes widened with realization as he shouted, rather loudly, [color=blue] “A male ‘Alice’!  I’d call myself mad as a hatter if I wasn’t already THE Hatter and if I knew where my sanity was.” [/color]

     Laughing aloud he heard [color=orange]the boy[/color] mention a bridge.  Lifting up his hat from atop his head he pulled out a tea cup and took a long sip, looking down he added a little darkly, [color=blue] “Oh, you have been on a bridge all right, although this one may not be exactly what you were expecting.  You’ve crossed the bridge between worlds,”[/color] using the cup he made a toasting gesture, [color=blue] “Welcome to Wonderland my boy.”[/color]  

     Placing the empty cup back into his hat he placed the fabric back on his head a smile widening across his face, [color=blue] “But you have nothing to fear.  See we are all mad here.” [/color]  Bowing slightly he added, [color=blue] “The name’s Marcus D. Hatter, just call me Hatter.”[/color]